Ianto nodded. He was a bit rusty at the shielding, and it was a lot more difficult than it sounded. "Yeah, sorry. It's been a while since I've had to do stuff like this. I'm not Jack." He shakes his head. "I don't know how he does it, but the man's mind is like a three foot wide wall made of steel. Obviously, they must go through a bit more training at the Time Agency than we did at Torchwood One. Especially compared to the work they did with people in my job. No one really worried too much about the archivists getting their minds read, it was all just standard procedure." He tried very, very hard not to think of Jack while Sulu still had the pendant on. Especially not about Jack and the stopwatch. Lots of things you can do with a stopwatch, after all.